Accu-Lad captured!

Accu-Lad dashed through the museum as fast as he could, checking anything and everything that could be a potential bomb. Finally coming across an abandoned knapsack, he practically lunged at it, but stopped short. He didn't know how to disarm bombs, but he did know that if he could pick it up safely, he could toss it through a nearby window out into the artificial pond nearby, dampening the blast should it go off. Set in this plan, he reached down to pick up the satchel, but-

A cloud of greenish gas sprays out from the satchel, inundating his face with a smell of wet dog and new car. He dropped it immediately, coughing and hacking as his body started to feel loose, like jelly.

Laughter. A figure in a long white coat comes out from around a tall display of Egyptian art, holding a gun. "Oh my dear Accu-Lad," the figure said, malice in her deep but clearly feminine voice. "Such a brave boy to just pick up a bomb like that!"

"Dr. K!" Accu-Lad mumbled aloud, his muscles refusing to work. She opened her mouth to respond, but recoiled with a shriek when Accu-Lad managed to toss a pellet, knocking her weapon from her hand.

Rubbing her wrist, she muttered, "Fine, that was only a precaution in case you didn't get gassed. But since it's plain to see you did, I'm not entirely worried." Another pellet arced weakly past her head. "See? In that short span, your strength has left you and your legendary accuracy is failing."

Accu-Lad couldn't move. He stood upright, barely, but none of his muscles would respond. Through his teeth he hissed a weak curse.

Dr. K walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Her slim hand slid its way onto his crotch. She purred, "Such a big boy!" Accu-Lad glared at her, the only thing he could do anymore. "Oh? Did I upset you?" she responded in a patronizing tone. "Do you think I should be calling you a man since you're of age?" She squeezed his junk, causing him mild discomfort. "I would, but it's so much more exciting to call you 'boy', don't you think? Sounds so much more... risque."

Finally, she released his package, then pointed to a door to the cellar propped open. "Be a dear and go into the sewers. You'll find the entrance, no problem. I, on the other hand," she said, turning and swaying her hips as she spoke, "need to go see how your mother and my nephew are doing~."